Something’s happened recently that makes the dream apartment a nightmare in the making. Something I don’t have any logical explanation for.
Should I get rid of the car?
I was five when my dad died. That’s when Hungy came into my life. He was my best friend.
I know you hated that thing Cody. But believe me my boy, there are far worse things out there than crows or straw men.
You can’t call yourself a horror fan if you haven’t read any of Lovecraft’s work.
“I spilled chocolate ice cream on my leg. I wiped it off and there was still a pale brown stain in the shape of the ice cream splotch. I told my mother who said it was a birthmark. I will swear under oath that never before that moment did I have a birthmark there.”
When it was about 2 pm, I texted her asking for when I should pick her up at school as we decided. No answer. Time began to trickle by, every moment felt drawn out.
I tell people my story sometimes and I see them get physically ill.
“He’s dead,” she said, standing up. “Can I call this in to the police, or is that too much of an inconvenience for you too?”